Zio The Abyss
October 9th, 2006, 02:00 PM
It's War For The Title and Kenzo Katana sits in his locker room with his wrists taped. He has a solemn look on his face, even compared to usual, as he glares into the camera and speaks.
Kenzo Katana:
I have a sense of pride that occasionally cripples me. When I look back at Dawn of Destiny, I find it hard to wrap my brain around how on Earth Rob Cavallo could have defeated me. I made no mistakes. I took no unnecessary risks. I fought to the best of my ability, I clearly outdid him in terms of wrestling, and yet when that bell rang, it was he and not I with his arm raised, I and not he with my back conjoined to the canvas. It makes no sense, and as such, my sense of pride forces me to classify it as a miracle. Nothing more, nothing less. Perhaps the anger of being embarrassed by Blaine Williams and Darius Falcon, back-to-back, in front of his "peeps", caused his adrenaline to soar. Maybe I had come down with a momentary head cold. Maybe, just maybe, the planets aligned in a way that spelled doom for me and victory for Rob Cavallo. I don't know the reason, but I guarantee you lightning shan't strike twice in the same place. The next time I face Rob Cavallo, I will know his pathetically limited wrestling style like the back of my hand and I will choke him out until his high-pitched incoherent rambling ceases and I am victor.
Perhaps that time is not too far off.
I sit here at War For The Title and I see before me a grand tournament. Sixteen men, eight matches to get through this first round. By the time this event ends, eight men will have faded into mediocrity while eight more will have bypassed a threshold and gotten that much closer to the name "champion". I'll be watching each match, but my own is what is most important... and I face... KANSHI.
Last week, KANSHI, you drew with Darius Falcon last week. The two of you fought long and hard, but neither could win. Then, right after that, you formed an alliance... a sign of the weak. Only weak fighters need assurances such as allies. You've cast yourself into a category of the pitiful, KANSHI, and I promise you, I will show the world just how fitting that is.
You claim to be a perfect warrior, but I say that you set the bar far too high. You strive for ultimate power, but you fall miles short of such a goal.
... Heh.
Tonight, KANSHI, you up against me in the very first round. It's a shame, really it is, that you're going to get absolutely nowhere. Do you remember my words about fading into mediocrity? That's you. You can strive for perfection, but I've already grasped it. I'm a fighting machine and I will destroy you in every way imaginable. Flaws are ugly things, KANSHI, and tonight, I expose every last one of yours for the world to see. You deem yourself a warrior, but all you are, tonight... is a casualty.
KANSHI, I shall justify my existence... by erasing yours.
Eh, whatever.
Kenzo Katana:
I have a sense of pride that occasionally cripples me. When I look back at Dawn of Destiny, I find it hard to wrap my brain around how on Earth Rob Cavallo could have defeated me. I made no mistakes. I took no unnecessary risks. I fought to the best of my ability, I clearly outdid him in terms of wrestling, and yet when that bell rang, it was he and not I with his arm raised, I and not he with my back conjoined to the canvas. It makes no sense, and as such, my sense of pride forces me to classify it as a miracle. Nothing more, nothing less. Perhaps the anger of being embarrassed by Blaine Williams and Darius Falcon, back-to-back, in front of his "peeps", caused his adrenaline to soar. Maybe I had come down with a momentary head cold. Maybe, just maybe, the planets aligned in a way that spelled doom for me and victory for Rob Cavallo. I don't know the reason, but I guarantee you lightning shan't strike twice in the same place. The next time I face Rob Cavallo, I will know his pathetically limited wrestling style like the back of my hand and I will choke him out until his high-pitched incoherent rambling ceases and I am victor.
Perhaps that time is not too far off.
I sit here at War For The Title and I see before me a grand tournament. Sixteen men, eight matches to get through this first round. By the time this event ends, eight men will have faded into mediocrity while eight more will have bypassed a threshold and gotten that much closer to the name "champion". I'll be watching each match, but my own is what is most important... and I face... KANSHI.
Last week, KANSHI, you drew with Darius Falcon last week. The two of you fought long and hard, but neither could win. Then, right after that, you formed an alliance... a sign of the weak. Only weak fighters need assurances such as allies. You've cast yourself into a category of the pitiful, KANSHI, and I promise you, I will show the world just how fitting that is.
You claim to be a perfect warrior, but I say that you set the bar far too high. You strive for ultimate power, but you fall miles short of such a goal.
... Heh.
Tonight, KANSHI, you up against me in the very first round. It's a shame, really it is, that you're going to get absolutely nowhere. Do you remember my words about fading into mediocrity? That's you. You can strive for perfection, but I've already grasped it. I'm a fighting machine and I will destroy you in every way imaginable. Flaws are ugly things, KANSHI, and tonight, I expose every last one of yours for the world to see. You deem yourself a warrior, but all you are, tonight... is a casualty.
KANSHI, I shall justify my existence... by erasing yours.
Eh, whatever.